no heart to call homeA Poem by Martha Gilleecenot too serious about this oneHave you
ever thought
about leaving? Just
skip town, pack a bag, and go on
without looking back. You could
fly high above them all. In a hot
air balloon perhaps, filled
with scrumptious treats, delightful costumes, and a joyous,
laughing man. No need
to feel lonesome my dear, for your
loved ones may join if they please. There
will always be enough room. You could
drive a bus, painted up
to the very top with vibrant flowers and brilliant,
lovely words. Chimes
could dangle from the mirror and when
the windows are down, you’ll
hear their sweet soft whisper, reminding
you why you’re there. You may
realize that there’s no need to voyage
too far from home. Have you
ever thought
about simply looking
around? © 2012 Martha GilleeceReviews
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StatsAuthorMartha GilleeceBrooklyn , NYAbout"New York I love you, but you're bringing me down" more..Writing
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